Temper is a weapon that we hold by the blade.

Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience... and pimples.

All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.

Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough.

Forget not your past, for in the future it may help you grow

All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.